Whitebark Stream Our future days, days of you and me.

He followed quietly, trailing along after his father several yards behind him, careful on his paws to keep from alerting him. Winter had grasped at the moment of opportunity as Отец slipped away to patrol, as матушка was distracted in attempting to settle his brother. It was unlike him to disobey her, but after Juniper's last disappearing act he could not quite shelf the curiosity he felt to see what all the fuss was about.

His eyes, so unlike those of his siblings in that they still held their sapphire hue of infancy, did not allow the gilded Alpha to stray from sight. He was hardly aware, however, that the adult's limbs were longer and he, as a result, was quicker on his paws. Winter fell behind a little and, eager not to lose the patriarch between the foliage, picked up his pack and ultimately tripped over a fallen branch.

He stumbled, tried to save himself from crumbling, but his effort failed. The sterling youngster landed on his chin with a huffed "oof!